| Standin' by your window in pain, a pistol in your hand
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| And I beg you, dear Molly, girl
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| Try and understand your man the best you can
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| Across The Great Divide
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| Just grab your hat, and take that ride
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| Get yourself a bride
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| And bring your children down to the river side
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| I had a goal in my younger days, I nearly wrote my will
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| But I changed my mind for the better
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| I’m at the still, had my fill and I’m fit to kill
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| Across The Great Divide
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| Just grab your hat, and take that ride
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| Get yourself a bride
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| And bring your children down to the river side
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| Pinball machine, and a Queen, I nearly took a bust
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| Tried to keep my hands to myself, you say it’s a must
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| But who can you trust?
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| Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky, a weary sign for all
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| I’m gonna leave this one horse town, had to stall till the fall
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| Now I’m gonna crawl, across The Great Divide
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| Now Molly dear, don’t you shed a tear
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| Your time will surely come, you’ll feed your man chicken every Sunday
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| Now tell me, hon, what you done with the gun?
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| Across The Great Divide
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| Just grab your hat, and take that ride
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| Get yourself a bride
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| And bring your children down to the river side |